Coricidin Bottle

Said my prayers to the old black gods Tied a string around some chicken bones Set 'em on fire and crossed my heart Tuned up the Kay and the Silvertone Rubbed my hands cross the Tolex scars Took the laces out of my tennis shoes Oh I can live with a 60 cycle hum Is anybody here got a 50 watt fuse Layed down a groove like a monkey gettin off Stompin on the kick, pounding on the tom If you ever get to heaven say whew thank you If you ever get scared say the 23rd psalm I got a coricidin bottle that I use as slide And a woman sweet as a tootsie roll When she kissing and licking and cussing and a grindin' Shakes the mortal coil round my amaranthine soul